The Bird

I saw a bird fly by In allures so its tail appealing it was Its tail swayed here and there Like this and like that As it flew flee free It leapt from tree to tree I wanted to hold it by grip tight But wary my scheme was commonplace at its sight It seemly had a rat smelt So It did fly away anyway So many petite birds that came and went there seems Or, so many life-size birds that flew by What a reflection of crude splendor stunning? I snooped as they chirped and clapped Their charming song tantalizing And rhyme wasn’t muddled Small and big birds that did fly by Some embedded with huge broad beaks That seemed so unkempt.